My number one issue with blogs of any kind is a two-stage self-defeat of: “What do I write about?” followed by, “Nevermind, no one cares about that.”
I too often feel that my mind is empty and that I simply have nothing to say, but the reality is more that I have no control or precognition on when something will “pop” into awareness. And as the onomatopoeia implies, once something enters into my consciousness, it vanishes within moments as if it were a refreshing breeze. I believe this is called “ADHD” or something 😅
Working in an office again, I feel like that space in particular razes my mind into a fallow field where no flower or bud can sprout. It’s as interesting and useful a space as an empty window-frame.